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So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

A sharp hissing sound filled the room before the scent of the burning flesh. The rod I held in my kevlar covered right hand pressed onto Brandon's back for not more than a minute. He gasped before the crescendo of cries came, clearly in agony. His eyes however were gleaming in a sort of accomplishment I has once recognized as my own. I know he would go far in the Brotherhood. It's not often that I get hard this long when it comes to new members. Perhaps 2 or 3 initiates have lingered behind my mind throughout the years. Though my recollection of them is now foggy, the intoxicating times that we spent were crystal clear. Brandon definitely deserved to be in that memory chest. I clasped both my hands onto Brandon's back with a wet rag in between to soothe the scar in a straddle. He arched as hard as he could to offer his pulsating hole up to my stiff cock, engulfing the tip of it with a squeeze that yielded me to sink the rest of my shaft into the newly made cunt. I collapsed onto his back with my legs locked onto his with my hands still held on his neck. Skin to skin, we were attached with my long hard erection enveloped within him whole. I made no movement. I was confident that there's more to unravel with this cunt. Brandon showed no signs of slowing down. Still bounded and in heavy huffs, he arched himself up and down. He gyrated himself onto me as my limps clasped onto his tightly. My charged shaft was being stroked from his movements, slowly milking my precum. Though I remained still, it took an enormous mental strength to hold myself from releasing my sacred seed. It wasn't time. We were in this rhythm for almost 20 minutes. I whispered encouragements to him, observing his facial expression with eyes devoid of the person I first saw hours ago. He had been reborn. No more signs of hesitation or uncertainty, his glimmering pupils expanded, showing zero doubt. They contained a look of unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood. My work was almost done. The sweat radiating from both our bodies lessen the friction of my clasp. The more Brandon's back rise up to thrust, the loser my grasp got. It was my turn to take over. I finally threw the rag off to hold his arms wider before sinking down to him with my legs doing the same. He was quick to follow my straddling as a sign to stay still. I reached onto the knots at the edge of the bed with my hands and feet in a pull, tightening the restraints to fully immobilize him. Bodies no longer locked, I stood above to view him again. Here lies a a maverick, in its truest sense who has finally ascended. There was something satisfying in seeing him struggling to move. "Please fuck me again, please I know it's not over yet. Please please" Even his arch failed. Only his fingers and toes wiggled. I leaned down to shut him up with a gag. After closing the loop behind his head, I noticed the outline of his scar forming, compelling me to leave a kiss & a smooch that made Brandon screech. Thanks to the gag, drool poured out from his mouth. I swiftly cupped some of it as a secondary lube to stroke my hard on. Other The final act was about to commence. Rather than putting my weight onto him, I began to squat on his lower back, faced down to his glistening upper back. My cock twitched every time I stare at the insignia scar. I lowered myself down, supporting myself with both arms on the bed before bulldogging into Brandon. I couldn't spare any more time. Dawn was approaching soon. His cunt was warmer than before. It slushed my precum that I cupped to feed Brandon with his wide mouth. I yanked the gag off to let him relish my cum coated palm. I also needed to hear that pleading voice to send me in overdrive. It didn't take long for me to reach it when the moans vocalized itself. Something I failed to mention was how deep Brandon's voice was. It was the most masculine part bout him. The depth of his pitch resonated my eardrums in harmony. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt this kind of chemistry with anyone. What a cunt. I assure you that your commitment will be merited. Lose yourself, bitch, don't be shy" My pace increased with his moans. If it weren't for the Brotherhood, I wouldn't have learnt the methods and ways I could achieve pleasure. I wouldn't be able to practice nor promote the progeny required. These were lessons for a special group of men to follow. For instance, it teaches how to remain at the point of no return and why it is important. I was 20 minutes in Brandon. I starred at his eyes while I thrusts into him. Still spun, his ass was no longer tight. Was he to become normal, like the rest?

Part 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

I'm fairly lean, and was definitely even leaner when I was younger. I have a small reputation here about my ability with depth - taking the full 32" colon python toys and the like. And the great thing about being lean is that when they're about 20+ inches up my hole, you can rest your palm on my stomach and feel the head of the toy through it. Nothing hotter than being plumbed deep while a top pushes on my stomach and growling as he feels the head of the toy fucking deeper inside me.

I initially thought the knock at the door was going to be the host's probation officer. "How to introduce your Grindr trick to your probation officer" likely isn't a self-help/DIY video on YouTube.

Indeed, and Project2025 goes a LOT farther than just these cultural issues. It's basically an outline for hard-core MAGA/fascists to take control of the entire federal government, in perpetuity. Another key thing: they want to end civil service as we know it for every position in federal government where decisions get made, so that anyone - literally anyone - can be replaced by political hacks if he steps out of line of what leadership wants. And they're not shy about it, and it's not just a couple of fringe, nutcase groups pushing this. It's part and parcel of the Heritage Foundation, which is probably the most significant right wing (formerly conservative, but nothing's conservative about it any more). Add in all the Supreme Court decisions they just handed down that neuter the ability of the executive branch agencies to ward off political attacks - and you have the perfect storm if Trump is re-elected. There will literally be NOTHING standing in his way. And the most ominous thing: Project 2025 is calling this a "Second American Revolution" and says it will be "bloodless as long as the left allows it to be." Notice he didn't just say "peaceful" - he said "bloodless". And only if the left rolls over and allows them to seize power. Otherwise, they're basically promising bloodshed. I'm so tired of "both sides" rhetoric from idiots who don't hear what the far right is telling us, in their own words, what's going to happen if they can get Trump back into office.

Here is another quicky on Independance Day... Snif Visit by austinsubmale A few weeks ago I was on that location based app, you know the one I am talking about. It is a map based app where it shows icons of where people are at. I was looking at pics, you click on their icon and their profile pops up. I messaged several guys to say I liked their pics. Most don't respond at all, and some will even block or just delete messages. Most guys on the app are bottoms, but I have my filters set to only show the ones that are very, vers top or top. One guy responded. He asked me if I wanted to come over. He was a black guy and the pic showed a nice big dick. His status was UD+. I said yes and he gave me the address, a seedy apartment complex in a bad neighborhood. I've been there once before. That time I got stood up. I went over and knocked on his door. Hoping this time it would work out and I would get fucked. He answered the door and it was dark inside. He was completely naked and his big, long, thick black dick was already partially hard. I took off my clothes right there near the door and he sat down on his bed. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He turned on a porno of a gangbang scene with several big dicked black guys like him working over a chubby white guy like me. While I was sucking he picked up a glass pipe and fired up a lighter on it. I was worried because I've had bad experiences with tweakers getting "Tina dick" before but as he smoked it he actually got even harder. He didn't offer me any and I wouldn't have taken any but what he does is his business as long as he can fuck. After he was done smoking he told me to get up on the bed, laughing at my tiny white cock. I got up and he positioned me face down, ass up. He lubed up his dick and poured some on my ass then slid a finger and then two inside to get my hole ready. He then slid his dick into me in one slide stretching my hole wide open and probing deep. He really pounded me super hard and fast and it was almost painful at first. The meth he had smoked clearly had him going at hyper speed. He was watching the video and really talking to me as he used my ass and then unloaded in it a couple of times. Telling me to take his hot load. Calling me a worthless faggot. After I left I checked the app and he had blocked me. I logged out and went into anonymous mode so I could see his profile. He had changed his status from UD+ to just Positive. This morning I woke up with fever and chills, and I know exactly why.

Sometimes the desires become too strong to fight. I ended up in a closet riding a guys cock while his girlfriend slept on the couch last week. He shot his load deep, didn't even bother to ask. Two days later I was blowing two guys and they both shot their loads down my willing throat, they never even asked. Another two days later, completely cum addicted, I let a bbc bend me over and break me. He shot two loads deep, never asked. Maybe tonight I'll take another load without my permission. I can tell my body hasn't had enough.

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon. I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping. Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head. The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle. The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. "Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging. I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. "A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. " No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.

Time to finish the visit to the clinic with a little twist. All these parts have been two pages long, the next part isn't finished yet and it's already six pages long, and more twisted than ever! Haven't really tied the bits together yet, so it may take a few days to get everything right. Be patient, my dear breeders and cumdumps! ❤️ ---------------------------- The exam room door suddenly swung open. - “Wat dis noise?” - “Oh, hey Dimitry!”, said Matt and squeezed the last drops of poz cum out of his cock and into Vince, “You want to have a go at this hole?” - “Yeees…” Dimitry was the janitor of the clinic, and he came to clean the room. He was probably in his late fifties, with thinning hair and a porn stache. His blue coveralls did a poor job of hiding his round belly. He stepped up to my husband as Matt was pulling out and moving away. He opened button after button until he got down to his cock, then he pulled his arms out and let the coveralls fall onto the floor. He wore nothing under it, and his hairy shoulders along with his big round hairy stomach was exposed for all of us to see. There was something incredibly sexy about this man, not in an attractive way, but in a pure animalistic sex way. Under his belly his cock stood out, already rock hard. It was maybe 20 cm, thin at the head and base, but very thick in the middle, even thicker than Eddies. It reminded a lot of a large butt plug we had at home. It was also bent upward in such a way that the tip hit the underside of his belly. Had he been slim, it would’ve stood straight up. He approached my husband who was looking at him with anticipation, still hazy from the gas, holding his legs and exposing his sloppy hole. Dimitry used his right hand to aim his cock at Vince’s hole and used his left hand to lift his belly up so that it wouldn’t be in the way of the penetration. He didn’t lube up, or even spit on his dick, he just shoved it in all the way in one go, causing my husband to gasp for air and turn his head to me with a look of despair and screamed “MORE GAS! NOW!”. Dimitry let go of his stomach, leaving it to rest on top of my husband’s hard cock, grabbed his ankles and started pounding away at a quick pace. He was not there to make love; he was there to get a load out of his balls. I gave the gas mask to Vince who quickly put it over his face and took a deep breath. With every movement Dimitry’s belly squashed and rubbed my husband’s cock, effectively jerking him off, and it only took about 20 seconds until he started blasting his neg load all over himself and on the underside of the big belly of the janitor. I scooped some up with my hand and tasted what could possibly be the last negative load to come out of the man I loved so dearly. - “Nesty feggot…”, Dimitry said and looked at me with disgust, then started pumping harder and a few seconds later he let out a deep growl as he shot his load deep inside my husband. Eddie and Matt cheered and complemented the janitor on a job well done. Anthony just sat at his stool looking shocked but seemingly enjoying the show as his long cock stood straight up. Dimitry just grunted and pulled his coveralls back on, not even wiping off his cock or the cum that was dripping from his belly. - “I clean room later yees, okeey, bye…”, he said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. Vince felt his wet hole and noticed cum and blood leaking out. He tried to push as much of it as possible back inside and close his hole, but it didn’t seem to work. He was just so full of cum. He stood up on wobbly legs and supported himself on the bed while trying to regain composure. Matt came up and hugged him from behind, pushing his hard cock against Vince’s hole. - “No, no more! I just can’t take any more cock, not today! But DAMN we must set up a party like this when the STI is gone! For now, I think I’m going to need a fucking diaper…” Matt looked a bit disappointed, so I just turned my ass towards him and wiggled, something that did not go unnoticed as I had him balls deep inside me not even two seconds later. I bent over the bed and motioned to Anthony who was sitting on the other side to come closer. He presented his cock to me, and I started sucking. - “Okay guys, last loads of the day, we need to close up here before the guards start patrolling the clinic.”, Eddie said as he stood next to Matt and started frantically jerking his cock. Matt fucked me harder and faster, and Anthony fucked my throat as if his life depended on it. My eyes were watering from the abuse of my sensitive throat. Eddie was the first to cum, and he shot his load over Matt’s cock, lubing it up and making it slightly easier to take that huge member up my ass. Anthony then shot his load down my throat, making me cough, which in turn made my sphincter clench around Matt’s cock, massaging it even harder and causing him to blast the last load of the evening into my now extremely sore ass. Well, almost the last, I was still hard, so I just pulled myself off Matt and walked over to my husband who had sat down on a chair after laying down a protective layer of paper on it, then I shot my load in his mouth. I know he loves it and he always swallow every drop. We all pulled out of each other and got our clothes back on while catching our breaths. - “I have one last gift for you guys”, Eddie said as he opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard tray with two syringes filled with a yellow liquid, and a small paper bag. - “Antibiotics! I had a look in the microscope after you left Jay, and it was clearly Gono, so I’ll just treat you right away. Now pull those pants back down and show me your asses, one more load to be injected!”, he joked, referring to the medicine. - “Anthony, did you get treatment earlier today or should I go and make a batch for you too?”, Matt said. - “No, I’m done already, thanks though…” - “Great! Guess I should whip some up for Dimitry thou… Oh well, I’ll deal with that when I see him.” Vince and I lined up next to each other, bent over the bed and presented our leaking cum-filled holes to the doctor. The penetration of the needle was not as pleasant as his cock, but mere seconds later both our right butt cheeks where injected and we were on our way back to health. - “The bag contains Doxycycline to use as PeP, just follow the 1-2-3 rule; on one occasion, take two of those within three days of being sluts, and it’ll lower the risks of having to come back here because of simple STI’s. The next time you come back here I hope it’s because of something a lot more permanent.”, Eddie said with a devilish smile. “That said, we need to set up a proper party in a few weeks’ time, if we didn’t succeed today.”

If the R's keep the House, take the Senate and the Presidency, so are a lot of us, including you.

The only way to stop this is to VOTE!

John Oliver does a great job of deconstructing project 2025, and we get to laugh simultaneously.

You are, literally, fucking someone up the ass! What do you think might happen sometimes!?...Even the best bottoms who have cleaned the holes out like a maid with OCD has cleaned a house twice can have a "brownout" sometimes! ...you take a moment to clean up and then resume...if you can't handle it fuck a fleshlight!

Wow, OP was nine years ago, kinda cool to revisit the discussion. First off, i thoroughly agree that "judgements are not the solution." i think such judgements are often based on unsubstantiated bias. Life is so damned complex, we know so very little. i've had a few thousand cocks inside of me so far in this life (i cannot account for former lives lol), and i can count on one hand the number of times a condom was involved. i watched my oldest brother die a horrible death from AID's during the 80's, and it didn't really even pause my pursuit of Men or Their desire and need to cock me. i also, cannot account for my own need/desire to connect or bond fully with a Man where He leaves some physical part of Himself inside of me, but i do not see that as that much different than "chasing." Yeah, it does have the added element of acknowledging a virus, but i don't really see it as all that different from receiving any Man into me Who expresses need or desire to penetrate and seed me? To me, it's a pretty narrow distinction, and seems to have a lot of similar driving components behind it. When i first started this post, i was neg. With @tallbtm encouragement, i went to get prep and discovered i was poz when getting tested for it. i immediately went on meds and have been undetectable since. i still advocate for PrEP, but feel no judgment for those who opt out. i do think it's the better way to go, but i also like prime rib and eat it even though i know it'll give me vascular disease. And, i think all of us can identify similar choices, so who is really in the superior position to judge?

Surprise! You get another one right away! 😘 ------------------------------------------ We regained our balance, and I hugged Eddie hard from behind, my cock still lodged inside him. We all looked at each other, smiled and started laughing from the intensity of it all, and the somewhat absurd situation we were in. - “Wow, this is one hell of a clinic!”, Vince said, smiling from ear to ear. - “It sure is baby. I got the same very warm welcome earlier today.” - “That explains the wet stains I saw in your underwear earlier…”, he said and winked at me. - “Yeah, they gave me a few loads. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold them in all day.” - “Don’t forget the load you swallowed at your subway station.”, Anthony said and smiled as he pulled his cock out of Vince while milking out the last drops of cum. - “The what now?”, Vince said looking surprised. - “I’ll tell you later…”, I said, pulled out of Eddie and sat down in a chair catching my breath. - “Uhm, I haven’t cum yet!”, Matt said and flipped Vince over on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed and adjusted the height so that he could fuck him in the perfect angle. - “Also… I have a really dirty, nasty, kinky, surprise for you if you want it, Vince.”, he continued and walked over to a cupboard. He opened it and took out a vial of blood. - “This is some really potent poz blood that a colleague of mine took from one of his clients earlier today. I want to fuck it into your ass. Deep into your ass. Do you want it?”. Anthony looked at the vial with hunger in his eyes while giving it a little shake, jerking his huge cock with his other hand. Vince looked at me, looking a bit scared but also excited, as if to get my approval. I quietly nodded to him and licked my lips. My cock was getting hard again, and I was again feeling a bit jealous, wanting Matt to fuck that poz blood into me as well. Vince turned to Matt again: - “Yes. Do it. Fuck me with that poz blood! Fuck it in me deep! Split me open with that huge cock and rub my insides with that poz blood, massaging it into me, making it enter my bloodstream and be a part of me forever!” Vince seemed manic. His eyes wide open and his gaze intense. I had never seen him like this before and it was a bit scary. He was usually very quiet and timid, but the lust had made him change into a predator, hungry for cock, hungry for poz loads, hungry for the virus. Matt lifted Vinces’ ass up as high as possible, pulled the cork out of the vial with his teeth and inserted the open end in Vinces’ ass. The red liquid flowed into him and soon the vial was empty, save for some residue on the inside of the glass. He pulled it out and Vince clenched his ass as hard as he could to make sure nothing leaked out as he was lowered back onto the table. Matt threw the empty vial on the bed and positioned his huge cock at Vinces’ opening, ready to enter. I picked up the vial and poured one last drop of blood onto my finger, then promptly stuck that finger inside me to at least get a small sample of what my husband was getting. Before returning the vial to the table next to the bed, I looked a bit closer at the label. It had a biohazard symbol, the letters HIV+, and a name. It said “Anthony”. Shocked, I looked at Anthony and said: - “Did you know?”, then I handed the vial over to Anthony who looked at the label. - “No! What the fuck! I was wondering why they took so much blood from me! Do you do this to all your patients?” - “Just the cute ones.”, Matt said, smiled and rubbed his pre-cum over Vinces’ hole. - “I guess you’re Anthony then?”, Eddie said and stuck his hand out to greet him. - “I am. Nice to meet you. We didn’t really have time to get introduced as I was in a hurry to unload…”, Anthony said with a laugh. Anthony, Eddie and I sat down on the chairs, jerking our cocks to enjoy the show. Matt asked Vince if he was ready, and as Vince nodded, he started to push himself into my husbands’ blood and cum filled hole. Vinces’ eyes rolled back into his head with pain, as Matts’ beer can thick cock started to rip into him. Matt didn’t stop. He wanted to tear up Vinces’ insides so that the blood and the poz loads would be able to enter him without any resistance. Vince, however stoic, was showing signs of intense pain, and tears were starting to roll from his eyes. I pulled my chair up closer, took his hand, kissed his tears away and said: - “You can do it baby! It’ll soon be over! I love you so much!” - “I can’t! The pain is just too much!”, he cried. “But I want it so fucking bad. I need it! You must finish inside me, but the pain! You’re a doctor, can’t you just sedate me or something?”, he continued. - “Eddie? What to you think?”, Matt said, looking at the doctor, still fucking Vince without missing a beat, not giving a fuck about the pain he was inflicting. Eddie got up from the chair, still naked and with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a gas mask attached to a tube, then connected the tube to a thing in the wall and turned a knob. Gas started hissing out. He put the mask to his own face first, took a deep breath and wheezed “Fuck, I love this…”, then put his cock in the mask to smear his pre-cum on the inside before putting it over Vinces’ mouth and nose. - “This will make the pain go away and will make you want even more than you’re already getting. Take deep breaths!” Vince took deep breaths and soon he was starting to relax and really enjoying the ride, moaning and begging for more. Doctor Eddie, riding on his nitrous high, opened a bag he had under his desk and pulled out a big butt plug that he placed on the chair and then sat down on with a moan. He watched Matt fucking Vince while jerking off. Vince reached up to Matts’ nipples and started pinching them and told Matt to squeeze his balls. Matt was taking his time, and Vince was getting impatient. His begging turned to shouting demands at Matt; “HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SQUEEZE MY BALLS HARDER! BREED ME! POZ ME!”. The nipple pinching turned to violent squeezing and twisting, and Matt was squeezing Vinces’ balls hard, trying to return the pain that he was getting. We onlookers could tell that Matt was hurting quite a bit. Matt put himself into an even higher gear and pounded away with all he had until he exploded inside Vince with a roar that could surely be heard through the entire building. He was shaking, as load after load was pumping out him and into Vince. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out as he looked pale and almost blue in the face, but after a few deep breaths he returned to pink and steadied himself. Vince pulled the gas mask off and let it fall to the floor, then took some deep breaths of fresh air to return to normal. - “That was fucking incredible. But don’t pull out yet, I don’t think I can close myself up just yet! I don’t have control over my hole.”, he said. - “If I could I’d stay in you forever. Your ass is incredible!”, Matt said lovingly.

Not sure what's gotten into me, but theres a lot more of this story coming out of me now! Enjoy another chapter! And there's lot's more to cum! ---------------------------------- We arrived at the clinic five minutes before the appointed time. Vince announced his arrival with the receptionist, and we all sat down in the sofas in the waiting room. Anthony had accompanied us, wanting to see the action for himself, but since Vince had no idea what was going to happen it was under the pretence that we were all going for dinner after his appointment. 18.45 passed and the clock approached 19.00 when the clinic would close. 18.59 Matt arrived in the waiting room, calling Vinces’ name and apologizing for the delay. We all stood up, as if we were all going to the exam room, but Matt quickly motioned for us to sit down. - “Oh, you brought company? You can just wait here, no problem. If someone asks you to leave because we’re closing, just say that Matt said it was ok for you to wait here.”, he said and winked at me, flashing a cheeky smile. They left us there, went to the exam room and closed the door behind them. - “That’s weird, aren’t we going to get to see the show?”, Anthony asked. - “Knowing Matt and seeing that wink I suspect they have some kind of plan laid out already.”, I said and grabbed my stiffening cock. A few minutes later my phone rang. A FaceTime call from Matts personal mobile phone. I picked up and looked at the screen while moving closer to Anthony so he could see as well. On the screen was Matt, smiling and holding a finger over his lips to let us know we should be quiet. I muted the microphone as Matt positioned his phone so that we could see everything that was going on in the exam room. As I realised what was about to happen, I started a screen recording of the video call, then took out my Bluetooth headphones, inserted one in my ear and gave the other to Anthony so we could both hear what was going on in there. Vince was laying on his side on the exam bed, pants down by his knees with his beautiful hairless ass exposed to Doctor Eddie who was sitting on a stool behind him. - “Ok, it’s going to feel a bit cold now from the lube, I will start by taking the rectal samples.”, Doctor Eddie said as he inserted the lubed plastic speculum into Vince. He pulled out the plug and a gush of semen flowed out of it, but Eddie was prepared and managed to catch it all in a plastic mug. - “Wow, that’s a lot of cum in your ass. You’ve had fun apparently! Don’t worry, I will put it all back once I am done with the samples.” Vince tried to turn his head, I could tell that he was surprised by what the doctor said, but he quickly relaxed back down on the bed. Eddie took the samples, then pushed Vince onto his stomach and poured the cum back in through the speculum. Matt silently snuck up behind Vinces’ ass and looked straight into the phone camera as he opened his mouth and tilted his head back, allowing Eddie to pour the last drops of cum into his mouth. Eddie then pulled the speculum out and placed it in Matts mouth, as if he was some kind of equipment holder. Matt just smiled and gave us a little show of how much he enjoyed thoroughly cleaning the cum of it with his tongue. - “There you go, all the cum back where it’s supposed to be.”, Eddie said and gave Vince a light slap on the butt. Eddie hesitated for a second, but I could see the lust in his eyes as he gave in to his desires, placed one hand on each of my husband’s cheeks, pulled them apart and dove into it sticking his tongue as far up in his ass as he possibly could. Vince moaned and pushed back, now becoming fully aware of how great this clinic was. Eddie was eating him lustfully while pulling Vinces pants of completely, then moving on to shedding his own clothes. Matt had already stripped off all his clothes and moved into position in front of Vince. I thought he was going to face fuck him, but instead he turned his ass towards Vince who immediately started eating him out. I don’t think I’ve ever had Vince eating my ass, so I felt a bit jealous about that. Anthony and I were still in the waiting room and getting incredibly uncomfortable with our rock-hard cocks still contained in our pants. We wanted nothing more than to join in and see the show up close, or at least let our monsters out so they could breathe properly, but we understood that it would look a bit weird to the other staff if we entered an exam room that was occupied. Or if we were masturbating in the waiting room for that matter. The ass eating session in the exam room went on for five minutes and then Eddie climbed on top of Vince and inserted himself. Vince moaned loudly as Eddie slid his hard cock over his prostate. Matt turned around and started face fucking my husband, smiling to the camera knowing that we were watching everything. He looked at his watch and signed to the camera by tapping the watch and holding up five fingers. Five more minutes I guessed it meant. - “Hello there, we’re closing up the clinic now, who are you waiting for?”, a female nurse said, surprising us as we were completely focused on the phone screen. We awkwardly adjusted ourselves, trying to hide our boners. - “Oh, uhm, yes, my husband is in with Doctor Eddie. Matt said it was OK for us to wait here. They should be done soon.” - “Alright then, I know they were running a bit late, so I guess that’s fine. I’ll just lock up here and head on home, Matt will let you out then. Bye now!” The nurse left and locked the front door behind her. We were all alone at the clinic along with the guys in the exam room. I immediately grabbed Anthony’s cock, he grabbed mine and we started rubbing each other. - “Can we take them out now, what you think?”, he said - “I guess so…”, I replied as I opened his pants, took out his cock and sucked up all that delicious poz pre-cum that was flowing out of him. It didn’t last long until we were both completely naked in the waiting room, sucking and jerking each other off while watching and hearing my husband getting split roasted by the doctor and the nurse in the room next to us. Both Anthony and I had to stop each other from touching our cocks as we were so fucking close to coming. The whole scene was just too hot to watch, and we didn’t want to waste our loads. The sounds and the quickening pace of Doctor Eddie made it obvious that he was getting close, and within 10 seconds he was roaring as he dumped his load deep into my husband. Matt motioned to the camera that we should come in. We entered the exam room just as Eddie was pulling out. Anthony couldn’t last another second and literally ran up to Vince, jumped on top of the table just as his cock started spewing its load. The first rope landed over Vinces’ hole, but the following were planted deep inside. Even though I wasn’t even touching myself I could feel the point of no return moving closer and closer. Anthony needed to finish quickly, or I would be blasting all over the floor! The solution to the problem however was named Eddie, as he backed himself up on my cock making me explode inside him before even being halfway in. The orgasm was so intense that my vision blacked out for a second, and my legs gave way and I stumbled into a position of hanging over the back of Eddie.

I try to be as rational as I can. There are several supposed reasons why someone chases. Sense of community? Taking destiny under control? Liberation from anxiety and stress associated to STI probability? Or even a sort of biological connection among people living the same experiences. Last but not least, the toxic masculinity associating the man's identity to someone whose penis changes others' life permanently - being it pregnancy or HIV, a sort of "super-power". Then homophobia and stigma which always consider you to be destined to HIV and death, and you try to have that under your control. They're assumptions and everyone has their reasons, but I think that as far as you fly with fantasy, there's no harm. If fantasy then turns into desire (I mean wanting to make it concrete), judgments are not the solution. I've honestly spent years wondering why I have this fantasy; in the end I decided to embrace it as it is without any longer questions.

I make a point of telling new/potential bottoms that while I prefer a "clean" hole (in terms of feces, not cum), if "shit happens," I'm not going to freak out. The hole that we both derive pleasure from has a primary function unlrelated to the pleasure that we're enjoying... Because I have numerous food sensitivity/constipation issues, I have a douche attached to my shower. Co-ink-a-dick-tally, bottoms can take advantage to refresh or even clean themselves.... 😉

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

It has been a while since I posted a story so here is a quicky... Another Bookstore Visit by austinsubmale I went to the adult bookstore again the other day. When I got there I chatted up the lady at the counter a bit like usual then I went into the video booth arcade. There weren't many people there, but there was a guy in one of the back booths. He was sitting on the bench stroking his dick and when I stuck my head in he told me to come in and suck his dick so I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth and I sucked him until he shot his cum down my throat. His cum was tangy as his dick pulled back across my tongue. Then he got up and left. I went to another booth and got on my phone and opened a location based app, you probably know which one I am talking about. Pretty soon a guy messaged me and said he was on his way to the bookstore. I was excited when I saw on his profile that his status was "Positive". When he pulled into the parking log he messaged me again and asked me what booth I was in. I messaged back #7, my lucky booth. Pretty soon he came into the booth with me and we both got undressed. I was sitting on the bench and I sucked him until his dick was hard. It was much larger than the previous guy's dick. I was definitely looking forward to this. He told me to bend over against the bench and then he slid his big dick into my hole until he was balls deep. Then he pulled almost all the way back out and then back in. It felt so good. He really pumped me hard and then he got faster then stopped and I could feel his dick pulse. He held there for a while then started moving again. I could feel it rubbing my prostate. He pounded me good and then came again. He pulled out, wiped his dick on a towelette I gave him and then he left. I could still feel it in my ass as I put my clothes on and then I went to another booth, a dark one with a glory hole. I got down on my hands and knees and waited at the glory hole until a dick was pushed through. I licked the head and then sucked on it. While I was doing that a guy came into the dark booth with me. He felt my butt and I kept sucking the dick through the glory hole. Then he fingered me but I kept sucking as I felt his cock head slide up and down until it found my hole and pushed in. He fingered my ass then put his dick in, he had lubed up his fingers and my hole. It was a pretty good sized dick but it didn't hurt. He fucked me for a while then he came too, whispering in my ear to take his hot load. The guy with his dick in the glory hole also came and I swallowed it down. After that I got dressed then went to the theater room. A very thin guy was fucking a black guy with dreads on one of the back futons when I got there. He was really fucking hard and fast. I got undressed again and got down on the futon with my ass up. When the top guy pulled out he had a very long dick, probably 10"+ and it was still hard. He saw me with my ass ready and he got behind me and mounted my ass and he pawed at my man tits as he pounded me super hard and fast like the other guy. It hurt a little. He didn't last long, maybe 5 minutes before he came again, filling my hole with another load. He slapped my ass and called me a slut as he pulled out. The black guy with the dreads then got behind me and took his turn on my ass. His dick wasn't as long but it was super thick and really stretched my hole wide open. I didn't really mind but I was getting a little sore by the time he came and pulled out. My hole didn't close up right away and I could feel it leaking down my leg a little. He told me that both he and the guy who had been fucking him were poz and not on meds and I probably would be poz now too. I could still feel the charged loads in my ass all the way home. I can't wait to go again.

“Oh GOD I’ve missed this cock daddy!!” I wailed as my top relentlessly hammered into my ass. Flat on my back he held my ankles and spread my legs wide, I groaned and held onto his ass with one hand and stroked his chest with the other. I played with with nipple and traced my fingers down his powerful body, coming to rest on the biohazard tattoo on his hip. He smirked and spit into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily. “Yea that’s right baby, take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” My own big dick got painfully hard at this, but nobody moved to touch it. My dick didn’t matter tonight. I wondered briefly if it ever would again. “Fuck yes daddy poz my ass!! It was the first time I had said this. It was a long time coming. We had met years earlier on Grindr. He was poz, I was on PrEP, we fucked a bunch and it was always amazing. I was twinkier then. Slender and toned with a thick 8.5” dick and a tight ass both of which got me lots and lots of attention. I was immediately attracted to him, 10 years older than me and my height but had about 50 pounds on me. He had thick muscled arms and legs, a big chest, and a bit of a gut. A man who liked to workout and eat. My kind of man. Of course what really got my attention was his 9” dick - long and straight and perfectly thick. I was taking a lot of dick back then so I could take him no problem, for me, that was boyfriend dick. We used condoms at first, his choice. Then one night he asked me if I prefer it bare. Without thinking I said yes. He slid into me raw and we never looked back. He fucked me regularly for 3 months. I was vers but he never showed an interest in bottoming and I never wanted to top him. I loved his dick too much. Then the unthinkable happened, unthinkable to me anyway. I met a boy. We fell in love. And within a few weeks I went from being sluttiest guy any of my friends knew to being a one man man. My boyfriend is adorable. A tight bodied little blond twink with perfectly proportioned muscles and an entirely adequate dick. Not that he used it much. He was a total bottom. And we were happy for a long while! But 5 years on and my gaze was starting to wander. I hadn’t been fucked since the last time poz daddy dropped a load up me, and I was getting the itch. At 29 my body had changed a bit. More of a twunk now, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Firm pecs, a flat stomach, round tight ass, powerful legs and arms. I have a little chest hair and light dusting around my hole. My boyfriend worked in finance and was getting pretty senior. He came home one night and said that he’s been asked to set up a new satelite office. In Singapore. He would be gone four months. I wish I could say I didn’t immediately start thinking about getting fucked but. I did. Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks as he got ready to go. Tearful goodbyes and plans made for visiting and FaceTiming, and he was off. I would miss him, of course, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my old ways. Were we in an open relationship? Not exactly. We left it vague as to what we were allowed to do. Something of a don’t ask don’t tell policy which is definitely a recipe for disaster but…. I did not care. I was too horny. By the time he was in the air, the apps were on my phone and I had douched for the first time in five years. I had the first halfway decent looking guy with a halfway decent dick at my apartment within 30 minutes of logging in and was screaming as I came all over my abs with his cock pumping his own orgasm into the condom deep in my ass 10 minutes after that. I was happy. I wanted more. I felt guilty. I wanted more. Complex feelings made the sex better. The next day was another. And another after that. The guilt lessened. The following weekend I was at the gym in my normal getup. Jock under some booty shorts and a little tank top. I had take to going to the gym cleaned out just in case. I was stretching after my last set in a corner when I felt a hand on the small of my back and a deep voice at my ear… ”You look good, bitch.” My dick swelled. I turned. It was poz daddy. I hadn’t seen him since our last fuck, not even around the neighborhood. “Holy shit!” I beamed at him. My cock became rock hard and very visible in my tiny shorts. He looked much the same. Bigger than I remember. He had put on some more muscle but his gut had grown a bit too. I didn’t mind one fucking bit. “Been living in SF for a while. Just moved back. You still got my number?” ”Ah no sir…. I don’t” ”Doesn’t matter. You free tonight? I need back in that pussy of yours” ”I’m free now” ”Damn right you are. Let’s go shower” We walked to the locker room. My locker was across the aisle from his. I stripped deliberately. Slowly. Angled so he had full view of my ass as I slipped my shorts down over the hard muscle. My cock was hard the entire time. I grabbed a towel to hide it on my way to the shower but he appeared at my shoulder. ”no. Walk to the shower naked. Show yourself off. Show all these boys what a prime piece of jock pussy you are.” So with a chubby dick I sauntered to the shower. My daddy right behind me. I chose a stall in the back. He glanced over his shoulder at some twink and winked as he opened the door and followed me in. It’s a gay gym, so this type of thing is not uncommon but to do it so blatantly after parading me through the room and in the middle of the day…. I was horned up beyond belief. I went to kiss him but he stopped me. “Not yet slut. soap up. I wanna watch you” So I did. Putting on a bit of a show. My dick fully hard, as was his. My mouth aching to suck him. My hole twitching, remembering how good he felt inside me. “Good boy. Rinse off and meet outside.” He left. I waited. Turning the water to freezing to get my dick to go down. I got dressed. Little denim shorts and tank. I could feel the eyes on me. Outside he grabbed my hand and we silently walked the few blocks to his place like we were boyfriends. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His apartment was on the top floor of a townhouse. Studio. Messy. Dark. None of which mattered. Once inside he turned to me like a cat who had just caught a bird. His big hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His belly pressing to my flat, hard stomach. “Been a long time boy. Whatchu been up to?” His lips grazed my ear as he almost whispered to me. Shivers went down my spine. “ahhh. Boyfriend” I managed ”still with him?” ”yes. Out of town” ”mmmmm naughty boy. Daddy likes that. Still on PrEP?” ”no sir” ”and yet you’re here with me?” “Yes sir” I gasped, as his hand squeezed tighter ”so me how much you missed me, baby” And with that I had my clothes off in an instant and dropped to my knees. I nuzzled his crotch, receiving an appreciative groan from daddy. I undid his pants and fished his magnificent fully hard perfect cock out and engulfed it in my eager mouth. I was out of practice and I choked and sputtered but he seemed to like that even more as his hands found my head and started to take control. After a few minutes I pulled off to catch my breath and grazed up at him lustily as I tongue bathed his shaft and balls. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My hands reached up to his waistband and pulled his pants further down so I could have better access. My tongue snaked all around his big, heavy balls down to his taint. I swiveled my body around, hands reaching to his ass and pulled apart his cheeks. He let out a surprised groan as my traced a circle around his hole eventually plunging in as deep as I could. I ate his ass hungrily, something I never did with my tops. But I wanted everything his body had to offer. I wanted to please him. And suddenly he pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and tossed me on the bed like a ragdoll. I wanted to kiss him. I tried. But he kept far enough away, smirking all the while. He stripped his shirt off and I saw for the first time in 5 years his massive chest and big belly with that familiar biohazard tat above his hip. His pants still bunched at his feet he moved the one step to meet me on the bed. My legs parted. My cock bounced, my hole winked in anticipation. Climbing between my legs his cock dropped and hovered right outside my hole. ”You want it?” ”Pleeeaaase I whined” He started to push into me. I gasped. ”Tighter than you used to be, bitch!” ”Been topping” ”Big top man turns into a greedy little bottom fag as soon as he sees his daddy, eh?” I nodded. “That’s hot, baby boy.” Feeling the resistance he grabbed some lube and poppers from the nightstand “Here. You get this today only.” I was grateful. He squirted lube into my hand “Put it on me” I did feeling his massive length and getting even more turned on. I fed his cock back into me and groaned as he rested there just the head inside as he uncapped the poppers and fed them to me. My head swimming from the chemicals, hole relaxing he pressed on. With agonizing and tantalizing slowness he bottomed out in me, his pubes pressed against me and I cried out in a mixture of pain and bliss as my re-Virginized hole was stretched. He grinded around deep inside me as I panted and grasped at his back. “Ready boy?” ”Fuck yes sir!!” ”Gonna let me cum in you?” I hesitated, “I’m not on-“ ”Pretty sure I’m undetectable. So you’re good.” I relaxed And so he began Slowly at first. Making me feel each and every inch as he slowly withdrew his dick to the tip and plunged it equally slowly back in. He had me to riled up before long I was pulling him back into me harder and faster, desperate for more of his perfect dick. It hurt, but I didn’t care . I was a man possessed. And so was he. After a few minutes he pulled all the way out of me and stood back to admire my sweaty body with my newly gaping pussy. Not wanting to be without him inside me for too long I jumped up and was back on my knees in front of him, sinking my mouth down his dick, so horny and popped up now I felt his cock slip into my throat and he groaned loudly as my forehead came to rest on his belly and my nose in his pubes. He fucked my throat a bit before he threw me back on the bed, spread my legs wide and plunged back into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pummeled me so deeply. ”Yeah baby take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” ”Fuck yeah daddy poz my ass!” I had no idea where it came from but he loved that, and before long he was cumming deep inside of me as I grabbed onto his ass holding him deep inside as he and I quivered together. My muscles flexing. My dick harder than it’s been in years leaked all over my tight abs. Only then did he kiss me. Only then, did I cum.

Alternatively, this Supreme Court might simply find a pretext for striking down the Respect for Marriage Act. At this point, with the Court firmly in the hands of right-wingers, you can't really put anything past them; and if Trump were elected this November, expect at least Alito (age 74) to resign so that Trump could appoint a 40-year old replacement who's just as far right. You might even see Thomas (age 75) doing the same, although he's privately said he wants to stay on as long as he's able. Our only prospects for regaining sanity on the Court lie in Alito and Thomas both dying during Democratic presidential terms where we also have the Senate (because I can't see either retiring under those circumstances). Gloomy outlook to say the least.

Agreed, and I must have been really full of cum, just got fucked since the last post, and the tops cock was covered in last night's cum when he pulled out the 1st time I licked it up thinking it was his, but it wasn't. Luckily he thought it was hot and did proceed to pound me more and load me up!

Here's a shot of Mine !

I had sex with someone who was on house arrest, and he was nice enough to tell me in advance over the phone he could only stay an hour. It was like 11 pm on a weeknight, he lived maybe a five minute drive from me. He asked me if I would be offended if it was something quick and after looking at his photos I said no problem. Well, he got to my place and we had some chemistry, so after "round 1" we went and sat in my living room and he explained what had happened and why he was on house arrest. A drink, a smoke, and he asked me if I was ready to go for "round 2". I was really impressed with just how good he was in bed and I happily agreed. It wasn't more than 5 minutes after he shot his second load his phone went off, and sure enough, it was a probation officer telling him he would be arriving shortly but considering the late hour he was giving him some notice. I never saw someone put on their clothes and fly out my front door so quickly. He messaged me the next day, he got home before the probation officer arrived, and it was basically a "bed check". He had maybe two beers at my house, but this was no drug or alcohol test so he was fine. I continued to have sex with this guy maybe twice a month for the next four years, before I moved to my current residence. Ironically, we were both born on the same month and day, unfortunately not the same year. I still text him on our shared birthday, he ended up having a felony on his record but he avoided jail time. I appreciated his honesty that first night, I am so happy I said yes.

There’s no doubt in my mind about two things. 1. The more I cum the more I want to fuck; receiving, giving, sucking, being sucked it doesn’t matter. 2. The concept of being in heat is real. There are some strings of days or a week when my husband fucks me like he’s a teenager and can go twelve times a day or more; and there are similar periods where I MUST have it … over and over and over again and it’s still all I can think or dream about.

Those of us that have experienced a few Presidential elections through the years, have always heard words to the effect that "THIS is the most important election in decades", issued in Stentorian Tones by respected politicians, maybe to the point that we simply tune these types of claims out automatically. We think "yeah, yeah, same old rhetoric, we've heard it so many times before ..." This time however, it's actually the case. The enemies of Freedom for All have been planning this kind of putsch for decades, and now - in their myopic eyes - it's a "last chance" election to destroy the institutions of our nation once and for all. We see what the Heritage Foundation has wrought with the Supreme Court. We see examples of repressions advancing in States across the nation. While the underlying reasons for this bitterness in our misguided fellow citizens may vary from person to person, the fact is they've been working towards the Totalitarian Agenda for years, quietly, behind the scenes, and they see this upcoming election as their Final Battle with secularism, humanistic government, those who believe differently from themselves. They've tried and failed in countless half-measures, and now they're going Full Frontal in their assault on what the United States has stood for since the Civil War. I'm not saying our Government is perfect, in some areas, far from it. I'm saying it's the best chance humanity has to advance, to make the idea of Government by all the people, for all the people, instead of a ruling class dominating everyone else that has surfaced in centuries. When the intellectually lazy, indifferent to anything other then their own smallish notions, listen to false prophets, the Noble Experiment is threatened. Far from perfect, yet still holding hope for improving the lot of all, our Democracy is (as the benighted constantly rail against), the best hope humankind has yet come up with. John Oliver has been using the construct of comedy for some time now to help us wipe the film of hatred from our eyes, and I hope that everyone laughs first, and then takes his message to heart. Thanks so much for sharing this, tallslenderboy.

Conversely, and on the positive side (at least for me). That same second hold/sigmoid curve is a sweet spot for breeding/being bred. When a Top gets His seed or piss in that part of a bottoms gut, it can be more easily retained and absorbed. i've slept all night with a Mans piss in me and ended up absorbing most of it, and the next morning when i pee, i can smell His piss mixed in my pee and know He's impregnated me. That drives me wild.

Dude I am the same way, the need overtakes me and I just have to let any guy breed me

Wow. Fucking wow!

Only when I got fisted! Nothing like seeing your hairy bellybutton moving up and down!

Second Ring? Isn’t that a Wagner Opera?😜

At home I'd briefed Billy on what was going to happen and he waited in the play room quietly as soon as we heard Mr Sparks car bill in the driveway. I greated him with enthusiasm and sat him down in front of the TV... "wanna beer mate" I asked and headed to the kitchen not really letting him reply. Once there I opened two beers and added a little something to his... Heading back with the beers and some chips to keep up the illusion. I handed him his beer and took a swig of mine as I flicked on the sports channel. We made small talk for only a short while before Mr Sparks began to complain of feeling woozy, I suggested he lay down, to which he accepted, and very quickly fell asleep. Testing how deep it was by calling his name, then spanking his face and finally by slapping his ass rather hard, I knew he was out for the count, and got busy pulling off all his clothes. Once naked I took him to the bathroom where I propped him up and douche his hole out as best I could, gave him a decent whores bath, then put him over my shoulder to take him to the play room. Billy had his hood on as instructed and watched as I lay this asshole in my sling, binding him so he could not move and adjusting the height so he was ready. I then put on my mask, and got down between his legs, took a nice big crystal of tina and pushed it roughly in his hole. The mixture of the drug and the burning finally made him stir a little, but I wanted him fully awake, so I added a tight band to his right arm, exposed a vein and gave this good Christian man his first blast... More than I'd give a normal beginner, I wanted him awake and fucked up. While he came to life, coughing and incoherent, Billy and I stood out of his view, taking a puff on the pipe. The gym teacher started to yell for help once he realised his predicament and as I blew out some clouds in his face I let him know the room was sound proof. "and the only way you're getting out of here in one peice is if you do exactly what I say." "I hear you like getting young Gay boys beat up for being faggots and think they deserve it" I accused and he started to deny, then got beligerant saying fuck yes he did. "well only closet cases get this nasty, so fucker I'm gonna turn you into a faggot" As his eyes started to widen, beginning to realise what was happening, I stuck a device in his mouth that forced it open and covered his teeth, I cranked it so his mouth was opened just wider than was comfortable and so he couldnt form words any more. I then strapped my new faggots head back to an extension id added to the sling forcing his open mouth and throat to be right where I wanted it. "I saw you checking out my cock earlier... So now you're gonna get it, I'm gonna fuck your throat and your ass and you're going to beg me for it, faggot". Before he could answer I shoved my cock into his mouth and roughly down his throat. This bitch didn't deserve any kindness, I was gonna make him into the whore he secretly is and relished as he gagged on my big fat shaft. As I pulled out I was glad to see all that spit and a little puke. And I slapped his face. "You loved it didn't you? " He responded negatively so I took my riding crop and slapped his balls. As the pain subsided, I asked again, and he tried again to say no. I again slapped his balls with the crop and growled "tell me you love it or you'll lose those balls tonight faggot" He started to openly cry, but this time when I asked he finally broke and said he liked it. At this point I had Billy come over with the camera and begin filming as I fucked his throat again. This time more roughly and deeply, until as I pulled out he again puked a little and when I asked if he loved it he automatically answered yes emphatically. After signalling Billy to stop the camera, I started to tell them both more. "you see son, now we have video of your faggot gym teacher saying he loves what is happening... Something we can publish online if he ever causes any trouble for us in the future. But that's just the beginning. He is eventually going to thank me for what happens tonight... You'll see. " I then came close to my new faggots face, cleared his eyes and made him look at my poz tattoo..." Tonight you'll take my poz load too faggot... And love it, beg for it, and want more". He was now sobbing, but as I played with his nipples a little, I couldn't help but notice his cock twitching and growing. "you see son, his cock gives away his true faggot nature. He's always secretly wanted this". I then took myself down between his legs knelt down and started to eat his ass. The suddenly pleasure made my new faggot moan, then cry with disgust at it, whilst his cock continued to grow. "royal fucking faggot" I said as I stood up between his legs. "get the lube and lube up daddies fat cock son" I ordered and Billy quickly obeyed. Roughly taking the faggots nipples and twisting them I then told him "I'm about to fuck you, pop your cherry and breed you with my poz seed faggot, and you're going to beg me to do it right now" Billy took the Queue and readied the camera as I used pain and threats and more shards of Tina in his ass to break down the faggots defenses, until finally he was ready. I removed his mouth stretcher repositioned myself and Billy began to film. First showing my big throbbing raw cock near his hole before panning up his body and showing his face as I asked one more time... "do you want me to fuck you with no condom, take your virginity and flood you with my poz seed faggot?" "yes please sir, thank you sir" he answered right into the camera, and Billy filmed his face as I roughly forced my cock into his hole. I had no interest in giving him pleasure, just taking my own, and he screamed as I kept pushing until I was finally balls deep. The fuck didn't take very long, the situation had me so turned on that only 10 or so hard thrusts and I was soon shooting balls deep in the new faggot, watching his own cock now rock hard and drooling. I then stayed in him while Billy watched me jerk him off and make him blow the biggest load of his life, ultimate proof that he loved my daddy poz cock in him. We left him there in the sling and went to clean up, then bed where we made love twice more that night. And as I flooded billy's hot ass for the second time I whispered in his ear... Next we're going to break your father son. In the early hours of the morning I went to the play room and released our new faggot, reminding him of the footage we had of him and getting him cleaned up and dressed. He humbly thanked me for what I'd done... I'm not sure if it was to get out of there, or genuine, but I didn't care. I then put him in the hands of an "uber driver who will take you home" only to discover My sketchy friend took his fresh meat out to his car, gave him some water laced with more fun stuff and took the faggot to his place for more use. By the time he returned to work he'd be a confirmed cum slut and would chase it for the rest of his life.

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.

This isn't mine, but wanted to share it and please if you know who produce this text let me know so i will put her proper credit , xxx This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on. 1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation. The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable. Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy 's like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn't, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner. 2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after. Chastity is another way. This is better longterm and for training. Just like other males, white sissys have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you. If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key. During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week. 3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can't do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they're really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum. 4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the "point of no return" will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice. Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps "sissy slut", "Emily", "BBC Owned". You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy. The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside. 5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fk toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.

That's an issue for the courts, not surprisingly. Here's my "best guess" on what would happen. There are basically two paths an attack on same-sex marriage could take. The first is (kind of) already underway, where people challenge whether same-sex marriages are entitled to the same kind of legal status that opposite-sex marriages have always received. The idea that the Court might be open to this kind of attack is one I explored elsewhere, where a Supreme Court opinion from this term basically said that a U.S. citizen married to a foreign national did not have her rights violated when the State Department refused to grant her husband a visa to enter the US, on the grounds that this wasn't a "right" she had in the first place. In other words, just because you're a citizen who is married doesn't mean your marriage does anything for your spouse's rights. Take that principle outside of immigration, and suddenly there are a lot of new questions, like benefits. In theory, those questions were answered already, but this Court has shown it's willing to toss decades-old precedent when it doesn't like the results, and I could easily see at least 5 of the 6 conservatives on the Court doing the same for same-sex marriage, and eating away at how states, counties, cities, and private entities must recognize same-sex marriages. The second way is a head-on challenge, where someone sues to overturn Obergefell directly. Obergefell is the decision that said states could NOT prohibit same-sex marriages. If that's overturned, the way that Roe was overturned, every state that still has a law on the books banning same-sex marriage would find those laws back in effect immediately. And then it's a state-by-state fight to see what remains. Some states enacted marriage equality without a court ordering them to. In those states, same-sex marriages would presumably continue undisturbed. Call this Group A. Some states enacted marriage equality under court order, but those states nonetheless enacted it, so it would require a repeal of state law in order to stop any future same-sex marriages. This is Group B. Some states have never enacted marriage equality at all; they've simply had to grant the licenses because SCOTUS said states can't refuse. But on the books, there's still a law saying you can't do that. This is Group C. So, back to overturning: Group A states won't see any changes. Group B and Group C states would have more to sort out, but the general rule is, marriage is a contract, recognized by the state, and in every state I know of, the state can't impair that contract. So they'd almost certainly have to allow those marriages to continue, even if the state repealed marriage equality (Group B) or just started barring them again (Group C). But that doesn't mean that they couldn't start fucking around the edges, like saying employers don't have to give benefits to a married spouse if that spouse couldn't marry the employee today. So yeah, this is a serious issue.

A missed opportunity for him

I have a fuckbud who i play with a few times a month. He's married to an older guy, but I have no idea what their relationship is like. i suspect it may be a sexless relatioship. I don't know if there is an understanding or whether he is actually deceiving and cheating. That being said it does not affect how passionate our hookups are. Lots of kissing, verbal, eating each other's asses and him taking my cum in his ass and me swallowing his load. A major turn on for me is sending him home to his husband with my load deep inside him.

The public sex vids are usually Folsom Street Fair in SF not in Berlin. It's funny that, for all its reputation as the world gay sleaze capital, the streets are actually quite tame in Berlin. At Folsom and Dore in SF, the street bondage demonstrations are usually on naked people and the sex in bars and clubs is fairly confined. (In my experience anyway!) In Berlin, the street bondage demos are on clothed people and sex is rampant and very public in the clubs and some bars. Different strokes for different folks, I guess! Good strokes, though! Can't wait to be back in Berlin in September! 🤪

that happened to me and thought I was cleaned out but was not- when the guy saw shit he screamed at me asking did not I know I was to clean out- we were at an adult bookstore and I am sure everyone heard. I could have died.

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#5 was a young cub. Very cute, very inocent. After all the fucking was done he chatted with me, telling me he was 21. He was pozzed the first time he was fucked which was the day of his 18th birthday. It had not been his plan, it just happened. He was so in lust with the 35 year old he met at his local cruising park that when asked to drop his pants and lean against a tree he did. The guy proceeded to eat the kids ass and this felt so good he just wanted whatever the guy had to offer. Next came a tounge fuck and then 1,2,3 fingers. When those disappeared for a moment the kid thought he'd done something wrong. He was greatly relieved when a bigger finger, he thought it was the thumb, pushed into his virgin hole. When the penetrating object was clearly too big for a thumb he was just enjoying the sensation to much to ask questions. Then the fuck started and there was no desire to turn back. The guy had not pistoned for very long before the kid began to feel warm and wet inside. The guy kissed him on the neck, pulled out and walked away. Only then did the cub put a finger to his hole and realize the guy had cum in him. He Immediately knew he shouldn't have allowed this, but every part felt so good. Before he got his pants pulled up a fifty year old pot bellied daddy with sunken cheeks stepped in behind him asking; "That was so fuckin hot kid. Can I have a turn?" Without thinking beyond 'one was fun, why not another ' the kid said, "Awe ... I guess so ... sure. " and leaned back into the tree. This guys average size cock slid in raw and soon was pumping a load deep into the delighted cub. That fuck had attracted a crowd and before he left the woods he had six more loads from six strangers marinating in his guts. He went back every day for a week and a half. Often being bred by new strangers, often by repeats and the pot bellied man with the sunken cheeks never missed a day of breeding the kid. The only reason he took a break was he woke up soaked with a high fever feeling like he'd been hit by a Mac truck. He knew Immediately what he was suffering from but didn't tell his folks. When he was well enough he ran away from home and had no trouble making his way by selling his ass. That's how he'd first met my generous benefactor. He'd rarely topped, but for a newbie he gave me a good, if not short, ride before blasting me full of his never medicated poz cum. Fuck me, what was I thinking. I should have had far more sense than that naive cub kid. But in this moment I completely understood how the thirst for a load, any load just takes over. And let's face it ,,, I wasn't fooling anyone including myself. I was especially enjoying knowing the fucking huge risk I was talking.

Chapter 2 – He Decides In Chapter 1, I tell about a role-play session with Doug, a long-term buddy of mine. We’ve fulfilled each other’s fantasies a lot, and he wanted to have me serve him as a slave for the day. He’s had me do some chores, including getting the playroom ready for us. Now, I’m in the sling while he has his way with my body. Doug’s hand felt great inside my ass. My ass had just swallowed his hand up to the wrist, but we both knew that there was more width and more depth to come. He slowly rotated his hand inside my hole to let me feel the best stretch possible. He used the widest part of his hand to expand my hole and get it ready for what was to come. My ass was, quite literally, in his hands. Per our agreement, he could do whatever he wanted so long as he stayed within the parameters we agreed to earlier. We also had a safe word (“pomegranate”) if things got too out of control, but I didn’t think we’d need it. Doug started to pull his hand back and forth, keeping it inside my ass but letting me feel the motions. Next, he pulled all the way out to apply more lube. I noticed that he lubed his arm all the way up to his elbow. We had never gotten that deep before but today might be the day when he could give me his whole arm. When he entered my ass again, he went deeper than before. He knows my ass well, so he was familiar with the route through it. First, he went in and kept moving steadily forward, but he knew he’d need to turn to the right and move up a bit when he wanted to get to (and through) my second hole. He slowly and comfortably navigated the terrain of my ass. Before breaching my second sphincter, he pulled his hand back out. When he saw me look down in surprise, and probably a little bit of disappointment, that he didn’t go deeper, he growled, “I decide what happens to your ass and when it happens.” Fuck yeah, this was going to be a hot scene. Doug applied more lube to his hands and arms, letting me watch as he calmly greased his arm up to his elbow. He was watching me watching him, and it seemed to get him excited. I kept quiet since a good slave only speaks when spoken to. But my ass was speaking volumes as my hole pulsed with excitement at what was going to happen. Once Doug had applied sufficient lube, he again sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling and fingered my hole. He was using both hands this time and got all four fingers from both hands inside me. Beyond the stretch that provided, he would spread his hands apart from time to time, expanding my hole to accommodate something with substantial girth. Without warning, Doug removed one hand and shoved the other into my ass. This time, he went in quickly and navigated the terrain from a point of knowledge. He was soon at my second sphincter, which he massaged with his fingers, encouraging it to open up for him. He got my muscles to relax and open my inner hole. Feeling his fingers enter my colon was an amazing sensation, and I groaned with delight. Doug looked up sharply at me and said, “This is for my pleasure, not yours.” I nodded in agreement and silently vowed to hold back on my display of enjoyment throughout this session. Doug was probing around inside me, feeling up my inner walls and making me squirm in delight. Even though I was feeling wonderful sensations, I did not express my feelings about this since I was simply an ass for my master to explore. Doug slowly withdrew from my inner cavity and now rested his hand just inside my hole. He was feeling around with his fingers here, knowing that he was brushing across my prostate and sending indescribable vibrations throughout my body. But, again, I kept silent about my enjoyment of his ministrations. He did prompt my cock to ooze precum while he was massaging me. When he saw that, he leaned over and pulled my cock out of the jockstrap and into his mouth. Then he told me to clean up the liquid on my stomach. I obeyed, like a good slave, and used my fingers to wipe the precum off my body. Of course, I licked my fingers after each swipe through the fluid to taste the salty and sweet goodness that had oozed out of my cock. He put the pouch back over my cock. Next, Doug stood up and braced his arm against his stomach. “Fuck yourself on my arm,” he demanded. I was happy to comply. One of the best things about getting my ass worked over in a sling is that I can sometimes control the fuck. By bracing my feet on the frame, I began to rock myself back and forth, riding Doug’s arm. I really got into it and started to do some larger and faster swings. Doug was enjoying this, so it still felt like I was in a submissive position to him. Doug growled, “Stop,” when his hand was very deep inside me. I held my position and felt his hand move slightly within my ass. Each small movement translated to something bigger while he was inside me. He started some more movements and allowed me to relax back into the sling. Man, a sling is so great for fisting since it lets the guy being fisted recline back with his ass opened up, and it makes it easy on the top guy since he can use the swing of the sling to help with penetration. Of course, the bottom can also exert some control in the sling by bracing his feet and managing the swing. Now, Doug was fisting me deep. He was in past my second hole on each inward stroke and then would pull out almost all the way on the backstroke. It felt amazing. “Do you want some poppers, slave?” Doug asked. I nodded, but he said, “Open them up for me. You can do them when I tell you to do them.” I picked up the bottle, opened it up, and helped my master inhale the fumes as he leaned forward. He nodded when he was done, and, like a good slave, I recapped the bottle and put it down. The poppers unleashed a new Doug. He did pull all the way out and then pressed his fisted hand against my hole. With pressure from him and the resistance from my weight in the sling, my hole wrapped itself around his fist. Once he was inside me, he kept pushing forward, still with his hand in a fist. He was turning it left and right as he went, and I could feel his knuckles deep inside me. When he got as deep as he wanted to go, he pulled back out and did it all over again, but with more speed this time. His eyes showed his obvious pleasure in pummeling my ass like this, and I was enjoying it too. When he finished pounding my ass, he pulled his hand back out. “I think it’s time for another bump,” Doug said. Even though I was already spun, as a slave, I could not refuse. He picked out a nice size shard and inserted it into my ass with a curled finger. He placed it deep, and I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt. I also knew I would feel the effects in a few minutes. A bump is always interesting since it’s a slower ramp-up than blowing clouds, but the feelings are way more intense. A bump makes me even more of an ass slut than I usually am. Doug walked away after giving me the bump and having me drink some sports drink. I guess he wanted me to feel the rising horniness, and then he would come back to fulfill my needs. He was gone for quite a while. Of course, this wasn’t about fulfilling my needs so much as it was about him exerting control over his slave. Having me spun and horny as fuck in the sling with nothing to do about it must be part of his plan. There were no dildos within reach, but my hands were certainly available to play with my hole. I used my hands to fondle and spread open my hole. I’ve never been able to fist myself (and I respect the lucky bastards who can!), but I could work on opening my ass more than it already was. I was so wrapped up playing in my hole that I didn’t hear Doug return. “Fucking pig, playing in his own hole. That hole is mine!” he growled. I was happy to hear that and pleased to know that he had more plans for my ass. Of course, I also removed my hands from my ass since that belonged to my master. This time, he came in with a huge dildo that I hadn’t seen when I organized the room. It was long and black and had a huge, tapered head on it. “This is my Goose”, Doug told me. “You’re about to feel all of it.” This was a seriously big toy. I’ve taken some large ones, but it’s usually after a lot of ass play to open me up. Since he took his fist out and gave me the bump, the only work that my hole had gotten was the stretching that I did. I guess it was good that I stretched it because it was about to be massively expanded. Doug placed the tip of the toy at my entrance. He prodded inside a bit but could only get a small amount in before he encountered resistance. I knew that he wasn’t giving up until the dildo was inside me, so I tried to relax and open my ass for his ministrations. Doug kept at it, slowly poking the toy into my ass and then taking it back out. He was massaging and prodding at my ass with one of his hands since the other was holding the toy. It was so long that he needed to use both hands when he tried to insert it. His hands, the toy, and my ass were slathered with lube. He was working at getting my ass to open up enough to take the dildo. Between the work of his hand and the repeated insertions of the Goose, he told me that he thought I could take it on the next attempt. He kindly suggested a small poppers hit to help me relax and open. Then, he put the toy at my hole and started to push. Fuck, this felt massive! I was sure it must be all the way in when he said, “That’s about half of the head.” Holy hell, this thing was humungous. But, with just one more push from him, coupled with some pushing out from me, the head slid in and was quickly followed by a good bit of the neck. “We’re not going all the way in with this,” he reassured me. Then, he twisted the Goose just a little bit. My cock reacted by spewing out a load of cum into my jock. I still had on the orange jock, and the pouch had been pretty saturated with precum before this, but it was now soaked. “That needs to come off,” Doug snarled. I rose up a little on the sling so that I could slip the jock off, and the dildo in my ass moved again, causing me to gasp in delight. Dough laughed and helped me slide the jockstrap off. It had to go over the dildo and then was caught up on his arm. He seemed to be ok with that. Now, my cock was fully on display. It was shrunken down from the T but was also covered in a slime of cum and other fluids. Doug took it into his mouth to clean it off. The toy was still in my ass, and those small movements from him were like seismic vibrations in my ass. Doug sat back and told me he would pull the toy out. I knew what it took to get it in, so I knew what to expect when it came out. He pulled back slowly since a toy this massive develops some suction in an ass. Once it cleared the thickest part, my ass ejected the toy of its own accord. Doug caught it and put it back inside me. He did this several more times. “Fuck, your hole is gaping open now,” he exclaimed. After that beast, I’m sure that it was. He fingered my ass with care since he knew that it had been through a lot. “I’m giving you some time off, slave,” he said. With that, he helped me out of the sling and over to the bed. Before I could get comfortable, he handed me my jock and said, “Suck your cum out of this, slave.” I was happy to comply.

Chapter 2: The Shy Guy Adrian walked along the twisting shore road, kicking his shoes moodily into the gravel. He was, as usual, alone. Exmouth was a depressing dead-end trap of a village at the best of times, but Adrian had already learned one of the fundamental principles of life near the ocean – that there is no place so depressing that the ocean and a grey, cloudy, windy day can’t make it more so. It didn’t help matters at all that he was, and had always been considered, the Number One Loser in his peer group. All he could think about was how soon he’d be able to get out of this hellhole for good – and how he could make it happen The village had one main street, twisting and turning and climbing up and down over the rocky hummocks that passed for hills. The houses, all similar in size and shape, sprawled out along the road for the best part of a mile. Occasionally a short side “street” would lead to a couple of houses that had been denied one of the favoured spots facing the main highway. At the end of the village – well, there was the trick. It didn’t really end. Like so many similar villages along the windswept, rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Exmouth blended seamlessly into its neighbours on either side. And again, like so many similar places, those neighbours were imaginatively named Lower West Exmouth and Upper East Exmouth. It was impossible for any outsider to know, apart from the signs, exactly where Exmouth gave way to Lower West Exmouth or again to Upper East Exmouth, nor why it should be so. Adrian had never understood it either. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Adrian Pennyfather scuffed his way homeward from the bus stop where the school bus had delivered him from the regional high school, a forty-five minute drive away from Exmouth (on a good weather day) in the largest town in the region, Lawrason’s Harbour. He was thinking about those laughable village names, as it happened, and pondering about how the pointless nature of the names and boundaries of the villages exactly reflected the pointless nature of his life. Most teenaged boys go through at least occasional fits of feeling like total misfits, although some cover it up better than others. Adrian had started feeling like this sooner, and found that the feelings were lasting much longer, than they were for most of his contemporaries. His feelings guaranteed that he would feel intolerably shy, unable and unwilling to socialize with his peer group. To put it bluntly, he didn’t care about any of the things they ranted on and on about. Fish, for starters. Exmouth was, like most coastal Nova Scotia villages, a fishing port. Adrian’s dad, Patrick, was one of the village’s more successful fishermen. He had the biggest and fastest boat in town and had been one of the first in the region to equip it with electronic gear to help with hunting schools of haddock. Even more significant, he’d gone in on shares with two other men in the village to buy a second boat, perfectly equipped for the exacting business of placing and harvesting lobster pots. Patrick Pennyfather was a success, just as his father and grandfather had been before him, and he intended to hand the family trade on to his sons. Alex, four years older than Adrian, was all for that. He loved the sea and just messing about in boats, and he had a natural gift and an innate love for the whole realm of coastal fishing. Adrian hated it. His father, faced with such resistance to an obvious course of action, simply doubled down on the lessons, the pep talks, the stories of successes of the past, and all the rest. Adrian sighed inwardly and pretended to be interested. He did the same with his automatic registration in each successive level of the hockey leagues, where he made a passable but not glorious defenceman – again, in sharp distinction to the scoring records racked up by his older brother at left wing. Adrian’s mother, Mary (née O’Leary), a Newfoundlander through and through, had her own obsession – the dating life of her sons. “It would be a grand thing indeed for you lads to settle down here when you’re of age to be living on your own.” She was a great one for observing tradition, and her idea was that her boys should date and marry local girls and settle down in Exmouth. Alex, as the oldest, would marry first, of course, and would move into the house next door. That house had been the home of the local family which had adopted Mary after she’d been orphaned. The house was currently rented out to “city folks.” Adrian would follow suit in due course and would build a house for himself and his wife on the back forty of his parents’ property. It was the Exmouth way. Adrian had followed the same plan as he did with his father – cringing inwardly and invisibly, while coolly pretending agreement to his mother’s Grand Plan. School was just the same. He had to listen to all the other boys talking endlessly about things which were of absolutely no interest to him at all. Things like fish. And hockey. And girls. More precisely, girls’ boobs. And it was exactly there that Adrian found life at its most intolerable. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” That was almost a daily comment. Here is where fate had played a particularly nasty trick on Adrian. By whatever miracle of the hormones, he had been almost the first boy in his class to move into puberty, and certainly the first one to begin growing and changing in that vital area. As soon as that happened, it became obvious that Adrian Pennyfather’s dick was going to be the biggest thing going. At that, his nickname took on a whole new resonance. For years, his fellow students had called him “the biggest tool.” It was a time when the word “tool” had become a common slang nickname for a loser, an outsider, an idiot, or just about any other insult you wanted to heap on someone. “He’s such a tool.” It was when he was in Grade 4 that he had first heard someone say it: “Adrian has to be the biggest tool in class.” And it had continued to be his label. He’d dealt with it by keeping to himself, which fitted in with his natural temperament anyway. Now, things had changed. The words were being spoken in a tone of awe, tinged with respect. Now it was: “Adrian’s got the biggest tool.” He really did, too, and by a respectable margin. And his classmates now showed an endless obsession with the idea of him using it. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” Every guy in the school was obsessed with Linda Blairbourn’s eye-catching chest. Well, almost every guy. Adrian didn’t give a damn about Linda and her generously-proportioned mammaries. His ideas ran more along the lines of blasting his juice all over the furry, muscular chest of her older brother, Thomas. There were other guys in the village who turned Adrian’s crank, his older brother Alex being one of them, but the girls – especially Linda Big Boobs – left him cold. Adrian’s sexual fantasies were getting so strong, in fact, that the daily ritual of stripping and showering after PE class was turning into a real torment. He was lucky that his interest was in older guys – the scrawny, pimply fifteen-year-olds around him did not interest him at all. He was lucky, too, that the sheer size of his dick meant that it wouldn’t spring a woody nearly as fast as his peers’ more average meat sticks. Proof positive: when he was 17, one of the other boys on the hockey team got brave enough to organize a circle jerk, Adrian was actually the last of the group to get fully hard. He spent the next five minutes or so thinking about the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo until one of the others dropped the first load. Then he let himself enter into the spirit of the occasion. When he did cum, it was an impressive blast that shot high into the air before splattering back down over his body. The other guys murmured in awe. None of them had such a huge cock, and none of them could shoot that high. The truth of the matter was that Adrian was thinking about Thomas Blairbourn, and imagining himself sucking Thomas off to climax in his mouth when he blew. That year was actually a prime year for the senior hockey team. The group had held together for several years in a run with no additions or subtractions, and they not only defeated Lawrason’s Harbour for the district championship, but went all the way to the provincial finals, losing the final seventh-in-series championship game to an elite team from Halifax in a heartbreaking sudden-death overtime period. All the same, it was a remarkable season, and even Adrian had fired up enough on the ice to feel that he had made a fair and significant contribution to the run for the cup, especially when he was reaching his eighteenth birthday at the same time. His father thought so, too, and decreed that a short family vacation was in order. The result was a four-night long weekend in Boston. His father, frugal as always, had picked a small but clean hotel in the edges of the downtown area. The family had quickly figured out which way to go to the nearest bus stop so they could explore. Adrian, even quicker on the draw, had realized in no time flat that the hotel was just across the street and down half a block from a gay bar which he’d read about. On the second night, his parents wanted to go out and see the city all lit up by night. Alex wanted to take in a movie at a nearby theater. Adrian, quiet as always, declined any outing and said that he just wanted to stay in – he was still tired, he explained, from the exertions of the hockey season final games. Once his parents were clear, and Alex was off and away, Adrian sprang into action. He cleaned up as best he could, put on some discreet dark clothes, and headed out the door. He chose a quiet moment to slip across the street, and in another minute he was in the door of the bar. Sliding up to the bar, he fitted himself in between two older guys, caught the bartender’s eye, and asked for a Coke. The bartender looked him up and down, winked, and pushed a glass full of Coke and ice across the bar to him. “Here you go. On the house.” Adrian thanked him, tipped him, and then turned around to study the room. At once, he could tell that everyone in the room was studying him. Not surprising. Fresh, young meat, and an unfamiliar face. One sure thing, all the older guys were hovering, figuring out a good way to approach an obviously shy newbie. The winner, though, was another young fellow, no more than twenty (Adrian guessed). This red-headed guy slipped over to him, slapped him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Hi, I’m Calum.” “Adrian.” “And you’re from…?” “Exmouth, Nova Scotia.” “Anywhere near Halifax?” “Not really – you gotta use a magnifying glass to find it on the map.” “Welcome to Baahston. Like it here?” The rest of the conversation followed along predictable lines. After barely a minute, Calum realized that he was dealing with an utter novice, shy as hell to boot, and knew that he’d have to do his best to educate the new kid. “Come on, Adrian. Let me show you the rest of the place.” They put down their glasses, and Calum led the way through the door at the back of the room. As they walked through the dark maze of the building, dimly lit with red and blue lights, Adrian caught glimpses of men – half-naked or naked, making out, jacking, rubbing…. “Oh, my God – is that guy actually…?” “It’s called rimming. Feels awesome! Want me to show you?” “Here?” “Why not?” Just like that, Calum spun Adrian around and pressed him against the wall in a bend of the corridor. There was still room for other guys to get by. He reached around, released the button, and pulled his jeans down. Then he tugged at the waistband of Adrian’s boxers, pulling them down to expose the younger boy’s sweet young ass. Calum spread his cheeks apart, sniffed deeply, and then buried his face deep into Adrian’s crack and began feasting on his hole. Adrian was feeling totally mind-blown. He’d never imagined anything like this ever happening. None of his unimaginative friends could either. All that these village boys could imagine a man ever doing with another man was cocksucking or cornholing. Calum was taking all of Adrian’s fantasy life and blowing the limits wide open, as his talented tongue and lips showed Adrian whole new worlds of male-male sexual interaction, stirring up feelings the fisherman’s son could never have imagined. Adrian moaned loudly, again and again, and then realized that they were attracting an audience. He didn’t mind. The wanton nature of what they were doing, the cascade of wild new sensations Calum was giving him, the attention from the onlookers…. “Shit! Look at that kid’s cock!” For once, Adrian didn’t mind his cock being noticed. He hadn’t realized until that moment that he had actually sprung the biggest, hardest woody of his young life. The things Calum was doing to him had given him the wildest turn-on he’d ever felt. Just as he thought that, his education took another massive leap forward. One of the guys watching dropped to his knees and leaned in to begin sucking Adrian’s cock. If he’d thought he was mind-blown before, this new sensation dragged him clear off the face of the earth. He’d never even come close to guessing what a hot mouth on his cock would feel like. The guy giving him his first blowjob was an expert sucker, but even so he could barely get half of that massive shaft inside his face. But then Calum broke in. He stood up, leaned closer to Adrian, and said, “Pull up your clothes and come with me.” Adrian broke away from the virtuoso cocksucker with some reluctance and followed Calum along the hall. Behind him he heard a voice saying, “Damn, that dick was fucking gigantic – I couldn’t even come close to deep-throating him.” Calum led him up a flight of stairs, chose an open door and dived in, pulling Adrian after him, and then closed and locked the door. The tiny room they were in had a single bed, and a small shelf with condoms and lube on it. “Damn, that was hot!” Adrian’s mind was still spinning from everything that had happened. “Sorry to break your fun, but I wanted to take this to the next level.” With that, Calum moved closer and pressed his lips to Adrian’s – and Adrian was experiencing his first man to man kiss. He got right into it, his hard-on throbbing in the half-opened front of his jeans as Calum taught him more and more. Calum had his hand fastened onto Adrian’s bulging boxers and was busily squeezing and rubbing Adrian’s giant handful as they made out. Now, he went gracefully down onto his knees and opened up the jeans, pulling down the shorts, wanting to suck this massive meat for himself. Calum wasn’t a bit more successful at taking it all than the older man downstairs, but judging by the moans pouring from Adrian’s mouth, this was not a problem. Suddenly, Adrian gave a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as Calum’s finger, wetted with spit, slid into his hole. He’d played with his ass himself, of course, but someone else’s finger in there took the game to a whole new level. Calum kept working him with finger (in back) and throat (in front) and Adrian’s moans got louder and more frequent. Calum stood up again, turned Adrian around and pushed him down onto the bed on all fours. He seized Adrian’s shoes and pulled them off, then followed with his jeans and boxers. Then he dived back into Adrian’s crack again, this time using finger and tongue together. When his probing, questing finger at last found Adrian’s magic button, Adrian cried out, “I can’t stop it – I’m going to shoot!” Calum quickly dived between his legs, rolling onto his back so he could get the quivering, jumping cock into his mouth. As soon as his lips closed around the head, Adrian exploded. The first spurt nearly filled Calum’s entire mouth. He gulped and swallowed, again, again, a fourth time, and still the sperm kept pulsing out. While he was sucking, he’d grabbed his own tool, given it three or four quick yanks, and exploded onto his own abs before dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he had to surrender and pull away, letting Adrian’s quivering tool fire out the last three or four squirts and then the drizzling aftermath onto his face. Calum pulled up and sat on the bed, then patted the sheet beside him as an invitation to Adrian to sit with him. Adrian leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone smile on his face. “Damn, man, do you always shoot a gallon of cum like that?” “I don’t know. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my first time with another guy.” “With that dick, and that kind of cumshot, you’re going to have the guys fighting over you wherever you go,” Calum said in an awed, respectful tone. Adrian laughed. The idea of being popular, in demand, wanted, needed, was so foreign to him that he had to laugh away his bafflement. But then Calum went on. “I’d love to have another round. I just don’t think I could take that dick of death in my hole. I’ve only ever been fucked a few times, and never by anything close to that huge.” “Do you want to fuck me?” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking? It felt so incredible when you were rimming me and then had your finger inside me. I want to feel it all.” “So you’ve never been fucked.” “No. I told you, this is my first time.” “If you’re sure. I’ll be gentle. But it’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care. I want you to do me.” “Okay, then. Lie on your face.” Adrian did as he was told, and Calum went right to town on his hole again, using tongue and fingers – more than one finger now – to loosen his tight, virgin ass. Adrian continued moaning his pleasure as Calum worked him over. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Time to change places.” “Why?” “You’ll see.” Adrian got up, and Calum laid down on his back on the bed, his seven-inch cock standing up out of its nest of red hair. “Just plant your hole on it and sit down – at your own speed.” Adrian proceeded to do that. He straddled Calum, then placed the tip of Calum’s erection against his never-fucked ass pussy. And then he began to push. The pain made him cry out. Calum said, “Grab the lube – up there.” Adrian seized the small tube from the shelf, opened it, and smeared it over Calum’s dick and onto his own hole. Then he tried again, wincing at the pressure. After a few seconds, though, something gave way and, with one more searing flash of pain, Calum’s head was lodged inside Adrian’s body. “Oh my god!” Adrian cried out at the pain, but then he bit his tongue and pushed harder. This was what he wanted, a man’s cock inside his body, inside his ass, filling and stretching him. “Just hang on. Breathe deep breaths.” Good advice. Adrian took it. The waves of pain finally ebbed away until he could feel all the sensation of cock in his hole. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” “Okay, hold still,” With that, Calum began gently pushing up and then pulling down, and Adrian realized he was at last being fucked – and it felt incredible. As Calum’s tool pumped in and out of him, his own cock had filled up and was rock hard again, jumping up and down with each stroke. “Fuck, man, we gotta stop.” “Why, Calum?” “We forgot to use rubbers. And I’m about to cum.” “Fuck that. Keep going and give it to me. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me.” ‘If you’re sure….” “Quit talking and fucking fill me up!” Calum resumed pumping and after a few more thrusts he shot. And Adrian felt, for the first time, the sensation of his ass slowly turning wet as the cum spread around the head of Calum’s dick inside him. It was awesome – the most incredible sensation of this whole amazing night. Calum pushed him slowly upwards until his cock popped out, followed by a stream of cum as Adrian struggled to close up his newly-plundered man hole. He flopped down on the bed beside Calum, and then realized belatedly that he needed to cum again himself. He grasped his huge tool and began sliding his hand, but Calum stopped him. “Fuck, I don’t care how much it hurts. I want to get that thing inside me, and I want to get your load as well. Fair exchange!” He grabbed another tube of lube off the shelf, spread it around and into his hole, and then used his hand to grease up Adrian’s massive tool. Then he straddled Adrian, facing him, and proceeded to push that enormous log into his ass. Adrian stared in awe as the struggle was written all over Calum’s contorted features. His face turned red as he hissed and gasped for breath, but he was going to get that huge thing inside him no matter what. In another moment, Calum’s hole surrendered to the inevitable and Adrian racked up another in the day’s list of astonishing firsts – the sensation of feeling his cock inside another man’s ass. But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Calum had only enough time to make the first two or three tentative movements on Adrian’s enormous shaft before that powerhouse dick convulsed and exploded into his straining hole. Once again, Adrian fired out an enormous quantity of seed in a series of powerful shots. Calum, meanwhile, was beating his cock like a madman and sprayed out a load all over Adrian’s face as Adrian finished cumming inside him. After they’d both calmed down, Calum led the way to the showers, and the two of them took turns washing and caressing each other, with Calum swatting away a couple of older guys who were getting a bit too pushy. Then he led Adrian back to the room where they could pull their clothes back on before leaving. Outside in the street, Adrian thanked Calum for an incredible evening. Calum winked, and said, “I think we’re both going to be sore for a week. With a dick like that, you ought to be in pictures.” Calum leaned in and the two of them kissed goodnight before going their separate ways. Across the street, Adrian’s brother Alex watched the two of them kissing under the sign of a well-known gay bar. Mentally, he was congratulating his kid brother. He wished he’d had the nerve to go in there too.

Is Islam a code word for something else?

Wow. You have a nice stiff cock. What happens if you get excited and your cock gets hard? I don’t think I can get my cock in a cage. And if I do I’m worried about getting hard in the cage.

This story was original submitted to my old buds blog. It was written by MascBottomForTop (mugenk24euro@tmail.com) who describes himself as "21, 5'5, 120lbs, masculine and athletic, not a twink or boi. Can be sub or fem for the right guy..." Well I met this guy on adam around September of this year. He's a real cutie. About 5'11 160lbs athletic build. A jack of all trades, he could fix or replace almost anything in a house or car which turned me on bigtime. I love a man that works with his hands. He's older than I am by about 11 years (I'm 21). We flirted for 3 months sending texts and emails. I would drool over his cock picks. Its a monster 9x6 inches. The biggest I had before him was only 6.5 so I knew I was in for a world of pain but I wanted him and he wanted me. So this Christmas weekend he invited me over to his place in LA and I didn't really feel like driving that far after work but something in me told me to go so I did. And there he was, much better looking in person and the sexiest voice I've heard in a long time. He made me an awesome ceasar salad and cooked the best lasagna I've ever tasted (he knew it was my favorite). We watched Top Gear episodes on BBC for a while and chatted about all kinds of political and social subjects before I decided to make a move. I moved closer to him on the couch and put my head on his shoulder like I was tired (damn he smelled good) and he put his arm around me. I started kissing his neck and he must have known what I was doing because he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up to carry me to the bedroom. Our clothes flew off then he put me face down and kissed me all over ultimately ending up tongue deep in my ass. The sensation felt so good I had goosebumps everywhere. Then he flipped me over and sat on my chest to present his fat cock. I immediately gobbled down as much as I could and let him probe my throat, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper until his balls were about an inch from my chin. I couldn't take anymore. I wanted him inside my hole and he could see it. So he flipped me over once again and slobbered all over my hole getting me soaking wet making me twitch it closed and open with every lick. He reached for some lube and a condom, put it on and slowly tried to stick me but it burned almost like icy hot. I told him to take it off and he said "I don't have anymore condoms..." Two things ran thru my mind, the first being I've never done it without a condom and the second I really didn't want to ruin the moment. I sat and thought about it knowing I had been tested negative 3 month prior and he had showed me his negative results before so what the hell... I said "I want u inside me now" that's all it took. He somehow someway managed to slide balls deep inside me. There was no pain at all. It felt so good without the condom. His smooth cock sliding in and out teasing my hole at first then slamming it in stabbing at my prostate. It didn't take me long to cum I didn't even touch myself. Just held on to the edge of the bed as he took control of my hole and made it his. I could feel his big balls slapping my ass and I squeezed my muscles tighter around his cock which he loved. It felt like we had been together for years. It wasn't a simple pounding, he made love to me and at the same time made it known this was HIS hole. I could barely keep myself from screaming. About an hour went by he started pumping harder, deeper, faster... I knew he was going to cum and as he pulled back to take it out I pushed back to keep it inside. Then it happened. He gripped my ass hard with his hands and let out the deepest moan I've ever heard. He leaned forward and layed down on top of me pumping slowly as the cum flowed out inside me. His cock throbbing with every shot. I knew from that day forward I would always let him cum inside me.